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Don't Return To Me, My Love
Frank finds his own way of "coping" with the loss of Mikey...and he enlists the "help" of Gabe in the process...
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Frank walked like a zombie back to his cell. To his severe disappointment, Gabe was there.
"'Sup, newb," he called from the top bunk.
Frank didn't answer. Fuck that asshole, he could kiss his nuts if he thought that Frank was in the mood to make chit-chat.
"Meet any new friends?"
"I wouldn't call him a friend..." Frank said, despite himself.
"What was his name?"
"I...I don't know...he didn't mention it." Frank said. "...But he had a tattoo," he added after thinking.
"Where?"
"Well...uh...it--I was--I mean, it wasn't--" Frank stammered out.
"What was it of?" Gabe cut him off, seeing that it made him uncomfortable to talk about being made a bitch.
"It was...a skull inside a heart inside a bat-type thing," Frank answered, glad for Gabe's empathy.
"Oh," the cellmate said darkly. "Pete Wentz. Try to stay away from him."
"Well, it's not like I invited him over, he kind of 'introduced himself', if you catch my drift," Frank said, thinking bitterly back on the afternoon's events.
"I know, I'm just saying: avoid him if possible."
"Thanks for the tip, but I think I learned that for myself already."
And so Frank spent the next two weeks adjusting to life in the Trenton Boys' Correctional Facility. Breakfast was at 8:30, lunch at 12:00, and dinner at 6:00. Between breakfast and lunch, interact in the fitness yard. Between lunch and dinner, either more interaction in the yard, or there were classes that were offered to create a hobby to deter further law-breaking. Things like art, music, or cooking. Only the bitches did those. After dinner, either go back to your cell, or interact in the rec room. On Friday nights, a movie was shown in the cafeteria-turned-auditorium.
The movie being shown on this particular night was "Demon Slasher Death of Doom". It made Frank think of Friday-night movies with Mikey, and that made hiim even more homesick. As he watched, he imagined Mikey, always so transfixed by the blood and gore, his face lit up by the glare of the television, his eyes glued to the screen. Mikey would love this.
After the movie was over, the boys were dismissed to their cells for lights-out. Frank walked back to his cell next to Gabe, silent because he was thinking about Mikey still.
He was still thinking when he collapsed into his bed. It had been two weeks since the break-up, and for the most part, he was over it. But every now and then, something little would make him think about the two months that they had been dating. It still stung when he thought of it.
Just as he was drifting off to sleep, Gabe's voice broke through the silence. "Hey, Frank?"
"Yeah, Gabe?"
"Can I--I mean, d'you mind if I come down there with you?"
"...What?"
"I...that movie really scared me. I get really spooked by horror flicks."
"Well..."
"Please?"
"...Fine."
Gabe slid down the ladder and climbed into Frank's bunk. "Thanks, bud," he said, getting in under the covers. Frank nodded and fell asleep.
Only to be waken again, hours later, to feel a hard thing pressing into his back and Gabe's body curled into his own.
"Gabe," he said, nudging him. When the boy didn't wake up, he punched his arm. "Gabe, wake your ass up,"
"Mmm...hmm?" he murmured, still half-asleep.
"Gabe, c'mon, wake up,"
"What do you want," he asked.
"Dude, you're fucking, like, spooning me, and you've got a boner,"
"I'm sorry, I'm just--"
"Yeah, I'm a guy too, I know what you are. Find a different position to be 'it' in."
"...it's not gonna go away all on its own, ya know..."
"No. Go die."
"C'mon, please?"
"No, Gabe. I'm not in the mood. My ass still hurts from Pete yesterday in the showers."
"It's not my boner's fault that you're Pete Wentz's bitch,"
"No, Gabe,"
"Pleeeeeeease?"
Frank sighed, and Gabe took it to mean yes. He squealed with happiness. Frank sighed again and slid his pants down, lying face-down on the bed, bracing himself.
"Well?" Gabe asked.
"Well what?"
"Well, hurry up and put it in."
Frank looked up, confused, to see Gabe lying next to him, in the same position, waiting. Frank shifted over the other boy, a bit unsure. He'd never been on top before. He slowly slid into Gabe, and gasped.
"Ohh," Gabe moaned into the pillow. Frank's breath caught in his throat. The feeling was amazing, no, better than amazing. He slowly pumped in and out, picking up the pace until he was slamming the other boy into the mattress with all his might. It felt so good, and both their senses were wild. Frank's head reeled with sexual abandon.
The couple turned over, so that they were both on their sides and Frank fucking Gabe from behind. He reached around and grabbed the other boy's stiff cock and began stroking it. Gabe moaned again, louder, the echo mixing with the sounds of their bodies meshing together. Frank nibbled at the base of Gabe's neck, making his lover groan even louder.
Frank slammed into Gabe one last time and held it there, his hips jerking as he came into his cell-mate. After finishing, still panting, he turned Gabe around and slid down his body, engulfing his dick into his mouth, doing his best to get his lover off. He felt Gabe freeze and recieved a mouthfull of come, which he swallowed, dazed by his crazed lust.
Gabe grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled Frank up to kiss him on the mouth, tongues tying, lips meshing, mouths and jaws becoming coated with hot saliva.
After a few minutes, the two collapsed back onto the bed, panting and laboured breathing, bodies covered in sweat.
"Well," Gabe said between breaths. "My turn?"
"You fuckin' bet."
Oh goodness me, I am just AWFUL with this smut! I'm so sorry, this is probably incredibly offensive. I'll either get love comments for combing two of the hottest things ever to grace this earth in a hot&heavy love scene, or I'll get hate-comments for having a ridiculously graphic (and somewhat pointless) dirty smut scene. Or maybe I'll get love comments for that too...Hmm...Well, I enjoyed writing it, even if I'm going to blush when I read over it for grammar mistakes. Oh geez, I DID blush, didn't I? I wrote that at about 12 last night, and I guess I got a little expletive-happy. Sorry once more. If I get hate comments, I'll probably take out this chapter and write in something else. So yeah. There it is. GO COMMENT/REVIEW! OverAndOutxx
"'Sup, newb," he called from the top bunk.
Frank didn't answer. Fuck that asshole, he could kiss his nuts if he thought that Frank was in the mood to make chit-chat.
"Meet any new friends?"
"I wouldn't call him a friend..." Frank said, despite himself.
"What was his name?"
"I...I don't know...he didn't mention it." Frank said. "...But he had a tattoo," he added after thinking.
"Where?"
"Well...uh...it--I was--I mean, it wasn't--" Frank stammered out.
"What was it of?" Gabe cut him off, seeing that it made him uncomfortable to talk about being made a bitch.
"It was...a skull inside a heart inside a bat-type thing," Frank answered, glad for Gabe's empathy.
"Oh," the cellmate said darkly. "Pete Wentz. Try to stay away from him."
"Well, it's not like I invited him over, he kind of 'introduced himself', if you catch my drift," Frank said, thinking bitterly back on the afternoon's events.
"I know, I'm just saying: avoid him if possible."
"Thanks for the tip, but I think I learned that for myself already."
And so Frank spent the next two weeks adjusting to life in the Trenton Boys' Correctional Facility. Breakfast was at 8:30, lunch at 12:00, and dinner at 6:00. Between breakfast and lunch, interact in the fitness yard. Between lunch and dinner, either more interaction in the yard, or there were classes that were offered to create a hobby to deter further law-breaking. Things like art, music, or cooking. Only the bitches did those. After dinner, either go back to your cell, or interact in the rec room. On Friday nights, a movie was shown in the cafeteria-turned-auditorium.
The movie being shown on this particular night was "Demon Slasher Death of Doom". It made Frank think of Friday-night movies with Mikey, and that made hiim even more homesick. As he watched, he imagined Mikey, always so transfixed by the blood and gore, his face lit up by the glare of the television, his eyes glued to the screen. Mikey would love this.
After the movie was over, the boys were dismissed to their cells for lights-out. Frank walked back to his cell next to Gabe, silent because he was thinking about Mikey still.
He was still thinking when he collapsed into his bed. It had been two weeks since the break-up, and for the most part, he was over it. But every now and then, something little would make him think about the two months that they had been dating. It still stung when he thought of it.
Just as he was drifting off to sleep, Gabe's voice broke through the silence. "Hey, Frank?"
"Yeah, Gabe?"
"Can I--I mean, d'you mind if I come down there with you?"
"...What?"
"I...that movie really scared me. I get really spooked by horror flicks."
"Well..."
"Please?"
"...Fine."
Gabe slid down the ladder and climbed into Frank's bunk. "Thanks, bud," he said, getting in under the covers. Frank nodded and fell asleep.
Only to be waken again, hours later, to feel a hard thing pressing into his back and Gabe's body curled into his own.
"Gabe," he said, nudging him. When the boy didn't wake up, he punched his arm. "Gabe, wake your ass up,"
"Mmm...hmm?" he murmured, still half-asleep.
"Gabe, c'mon, wake up,"
"What do you want," he asked.
"Dude, you're fucking, like, spooning me, and you've got a boner,"
"I'm sorry, I'm just--"
"Yeah, I'm a guy too, I know what you are. Find a different position to be 'it' in."
"...it's not gonna go away all on its own, ya know..."
"No. Go die."
"C'mon, please?"
"No, Gabe. I'm not in the mood. My ass still hurts from Pete yesterday in the showers."
"It's not my boner's fault that you're Pete Wentz's bitch,"
"No, Gabe,"
"Pleeeeeeease?"
Frank sighed, and Gabe took it to mean yes. He squealed with happiness. Frank sighed again and slid his pants down, lying face-down on the bed, bracing himself.
"Well?" Gabe asked.
"Well what?"
"Well, hurry up and put it in."
Frank looked up, confused, to see Gabe lying next to him, in the same position, waiting. Frank shifted over the other boy, a bit unsure. He'd never been on top before. He slowly slid into Gabe, and gasped.
"Ohh," Gabe moaned into the pillow. Frank's breath caught in his throat. The feeling was amazing, no, better than amazing. He slowly pumped in and out, picking up the pace until he was slamming the other boy into the mattress with all his might. It felt so good, and both their senses were wild. Frank's head reeled with sexual abandon.
The couple turned over, so that they were both on their sides and Frank fucking Gabe from behind. He reached around and grabbed the other boy's stiff cock and began stroking it. Gabe moaned again, louder, the echo mixing with the sounds of their bodies meshing together. Frank nibbled at the base of Gabe's neck, making his lover groan even louder.
Frank slammed into Gabe one last time and held it there, his hips jerking as he came into his cell-mate. After finishing, still panting, he turned Gabe around and slid down his body, engulfing his dick into his mouth, doing his best to get his lover off. He felt Gabe freeze and recieved a mouthfull of come, which he swallowed, dazed by his crazed lust.
Gabe grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled Frank up to kiss him on the mouth, tongues tying, lips meshing, mouths and jaws becoming coated with hot saliva.
After a few minutes, the two collapsed back onto the bed, panting and laboured breathing, bodies covered in sweat.
"Well," Gabe said between breaths. "My turn?"
"You fuckin' bet."
Oh goodness me, I am just AWFUL with this smut! I'm so sorry, this is probably incredibly offensive. I'll either get love comments for combing two of the hottest things ever to grace this earth in a hot&heavy love scene, or I'll get hate-comments for having a ridiculously graphic (and somewhat pointless) dirty smut scene. Or maybe I'll get love comments for that too...Hmm...Well, I enjoyed writing it, even if I'm going to blush when I read over it for grammar mistakes. Oh geez, I DID blush, didn't I? I wrote that at about 12 last night, and I guess I got a little expletive-happy. Sorry once more. If I get hate comments, I'll probably take out this chapter and write in something else. So yeah. There it is. GO COMMENT/REVIEW! OverAndOutxx
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